Jiaya Yu Kou
Royalty
Nature of the Beast
Posts: 25
Ooc Name: Dystopia
Rank: Novice
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Post by Jiaya Yu Kou on Jul 11, 2013 20:41:59 GMT -5
A congratulatory pat on the butt should have been in order. The unfaithful bastard, residing as a father figure, face flickered in mind, beaming so proudly. The emperor son finally was trotting in contaminating footsteps and abandoning the rebellious act, letting the sophisticating stance be overridden. Truly, the emperor son, charming, and attempting to claim what he desired albeit for different reasons. Nevertheless, the fact remain, he felt like that man - hands sullied now.
Attention swam in the dark pools of Beatrix eyes, drowning momentarily. A grin triggered, as he seen the scene in a different light. Surely, they remained in the suggestive position and for now, despite feeling like his father, he had no reason to excuse himself. These were two people ignited by a flame from the past, finally allowing the growing seed to blossom ever so slightly. In actuality, he felt pleased with himself and her answer, fortunately over analyzing did not fit in the mood. Furthermore, the sensation of dominating a barbaric beast, turning it submissive and soft propelled the feeling.
"Yes, lieutenant. " he spoke softly, light breath caressing her lips as his inched closer to hers, wanting that supple connection to cap off the exciting day. However, something tugged at his core, hindering him while they were nose-to-nose, mere centimeters away to ending the craving, and receiving the sweetest kiss of rum - no ice, straight from the bottle.
"That's the correct answer. Exactly what a prince wants to hear." confusion set on his facade but in two blinks it disappeared, covered by smile. He turned his face from hers a little while mentally cursing, threw stuff around, and sighed over and over again. Perfect moment, might be the last. Despite how much he wanted to claim her, she was too free spirited. He'd feel like an ass tying her down to his arm, which he wanted. Too soon, right?
"Although -" subsequent to shifting his weight to his left hand, the opposite, caressed her cheek with his thumb before pinching and pulling playfully. "You have to work on not becoming so submissive, kind of cute on you, but works remains. I don't want to be the one exerting energy on dispatching a man turning you into putty. You are my bodyguard."
Why no there was positively no lick of possessiveness in that regal tone of his, or so he fooled hismelf to believe. It was purely playful scolding.
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